chapter 1

Jake stopped at the Italian restaurant to pick up a huge tray of fettuccini alfredo. Carla, his secret feedee, loved it and had grown to nearly 400 pounds. Mr Nadduzzi smiled as Jake walked in and motioned to his wife to bring the tray. Mrs Narduzzi was well over 350 pounds and waddled out of the kitchen, her belly swaying. “You gonna make somebody happy tonite Jakee, I make this with extra heavy cream and 6 sticks of butter.” Her double chin bobbled. Mr Naduzzi put a hand on her lower belly and said, “She can cook!” Jake paid up and Mr Narduzzi, looked at him funny, and said cryptically, “Be careful Jake.” The heavy rain started.

Back in the Mercedes, Jake hated this sneaking around. His wife, Marissa, a skinny, brittle, cold, praying-mantis, bitch, shrew was terrible. Any sign of a gained pound - she ran till it was vanished from her body. But he could not divorce her without losing his job and stock in her rich dad’s company. He made up a story about a client and got out of the house tonite.

He parked on a street distant from Carla’s and walked to her townhouse (paid for by Jake). He texted ahead and Carla was there waiting for him at the door, in skimpy panties and a T shirt that nowhere near covered her huge double belly. She put her finger to her lips and said, “shhhhh.” The kids were asleep. He reached for her lowwr belly lobe and squeezed. He had not seen her in nearly a month with business travel and she had gotten much heavier. New side rolls and a much heavier belly. Her fat was like white dough and moved between his fingers. She French kissed him as he closed the door and fondled her belly goo.

The feeding took place in the bedroom tonite, to not wake their two kids. Back she lumbered, jelly thighs rubbing together, breathless from the walk. She attacked the fettuccini with gusto, shoveling it in, while naked. He loved to see her gorge. He had sculpted this mass of fat over several years. He knew after the first pregnancy she would balloon, and it continued after the second.

She moaned “no” towards the end of the massive tray of pasta, but he coaxed her on till it was gone. She lifted the empty aluminum tray and drank the remaining butter and oil residue - it ran down her chin onto her massive flabby tits. She gasped and breathed very hard, laying back on the bed, her huge belly distended. He began the belly massage process, kneading and rubbing her pile of goo. Sex was soon to come.

He went to the kitchen for a couple beers and found a 5 yr old boy, one of his sons, rubbing his eyes, and saying.... “I want a drink of water.” Jake got it for him. “Are you the food man?,” the boy asked. Jake nodded his head. “Are you the man who made mama so fat?,” He asked again. Jake nodded again. “Is she gonna get real fat, even bigger?,” a third question. Jake smiled and said yes. “Why do you want her so big and fat - she eats all the time and gets out of breath on the stairs,” the boy looked puzzled. Jake said, “So there is more of her for us to love.” The boy seemed satisfied and went back to bed.